[From a piece about escaping to a childhood home, a theme that recurred a lot in my imagination in my 20s and found its way into my drafts last year. The idea of a person taking shelter in a forgotten place was comforting to me once; perhaps it turns on the same part of the psyche that makes preppers enthusiastically dig out their bunkers.]
It is starting to mist when she asks the driver to stop at a clapboard house with a broken trellis and a faded green door. He sets her suitcase on the walk while she counts out change from her coin purse. From the porch, she watches him turn the taxi around and head back from where they came. His taillights paint a second set of red eyes on the wet street when he brakes lightly at the intersection. Then the vehicle rolls forward and soon vanishes into the distance. Taking a breath, she steps onto the sidewalk and heads across the street, turning southward along a wall of shrubbery. Her steps are quick. She keeps her head lowered. Once she hears a car approaching and she presses close to the hedge, holding her breath. The car turns at the corner and she moves on.
From the house with the faded door, it takes her ten minutes to walk to the place just outside of town where the old main road meets the highway. She almost misses the mouth of the drive because the honeysuckle has laced the fence posts together, a Jacob’s ladder of vine. It will be best if she does not disturb their camouflage, so she hunts a while to find an opening she can squeeze through. When she’s on the other side of the vines, she breaks off a twig of cedar and reaches out to swipe her footprints from the damp soil.
The drive is much as she remembered it, though the view to left and right has changed. Even in the smoldering twilight she can see arcs of wild poke berry and sumac in the fields. All the soft wily growth of the countryside has returned. There was a time when even the dreamy dandelion was kept at bay. It is better this way; let the scrub grow and grow, blotting out the farm and hiding her from all searching eyes.